Monthly Archives: April 2009

For one, DC is seeing the dreamiest of weather patterns and everyone I’ve ran into has had that “glow” of summer-to-come-and-my-beach-body-is-already-there affect. I love the drama of the days that tend to linger about waiting for me to draw my curtains to take it all in.

Dupont Circle, which is my lovely backyard, is humping like two whales NOT in Seaworld. Yesterday Sammy and I walked about 5 miles to the nearest water bottle, which made him very happy. A few errands later and my home was like a showroom waiting to be walked through like the beginning of an IKEA day.

(and yes, most IKEA events involve no less than 8 hours of away time…)

In either case, this time of the year is the true reason I love the seasons that I’ve grown so accustomed to all the years. Some abhor change; others delight in its flavor. I, on the other hand, embrace all layers of this beautiful woman who tend to have the world waiting for what she’s wearing next.

We
used
to dance
like
wild currents
but now,
we
stagger
backwards,
forwards,
and through
hazed
eyes
and without
that
“caution
to the wind”
your
mother
used to
talk
about,
as we
haphazardly
fell
into
a
lovely
and
undisturbed
“we”
status.

I’ve also just realized that today is almost a year in DC and for a split second, I thought…

‘What have I done during my stint here so far?”

So, I’m in search of a “Why” for my “Hows” in life and if anything, I’m going in a broad direction because I’ve already realized that 1) obstacles are and will be at every angle, and 2) I’m not going to quit and lastly, 3) I have enough motivation to share with every one out there.

So, how does one find a purpose?

Does it start with an idea, a passion, or a system of figuring out that you’re invincible from all obstacles? Honestly, is there no difference between the people who rise to the top and the people who lazily enjoy themselves on the bottom? Where does happiness come into play and for once, can someone tell me how true happiness is measured when the world itself is filled with such angst and pain.

So, yes, my journey is amongst the journey of others. This is neither the beginning nor the end but rather, a perfect moment for me to change within myself the glory that has been given to me since birth.

Yesterday
I walked
a small
path
until the
road
gave way
and forced
me
down the
road
less traveled;
but as
I stood
to leap,
I felt
you
grappling
at our
memories,
and
without
fail,
the road
simply
changed its
mind.